“Let’s go, Kim.”
Shelton rams open the door and jumps out, racing down the dunes to the beach and the liquid gold waves calm as a lake. The light from above is so bright it reflects off his black leather jacket. He motions toward the car, come on, come on.
Kim scoots over to her door and opens it and shifts Adam to cradle in her arms and steps out. He is so light, light as if he’s not inside his clothes. It’s as if she is carrying only his clothes and the blankets. At first comes the fear, the old fears and longings and then comes the lightness to her own body and warmth sweet as sun running through her.
She trots down the dunes, lifting Adam high, as if to offer him up to the rider on the white horse. She is offering him up, her only son, and herself too.
THE END
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